domingo, 14 de setembro de 2014

Intoxication : Stray

This anxiety is killing me..
I keep dreaming of that night on the roof
How the sky was..
The fact that it was raining yet we stood our ground.
The two of us laying there.
Our talks.
The connection we made.
The way you felt..
The way you touched..
The way you looked at me..
Your eyes.
The dark.
The silence that finally had turned into peace.
Your hands.
Your ribs.
Your voice and your lips.
I want it.
I crave it.
I need it.
I despair for it.
It feels like it was so long ago...yet it was 3 days ago, and everyday that goes by seems like an eternity,

The bites on my neck are fading...
The pain as well, it stings but somehow it makes me makes me feel at easy, it makes it all real...
alive somehow